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“Thank you. I do have art experience,” she said, enjoying the small burst of pride.

“And you have worked in social media?”

“Yeah, I used to work for St. James Realty. I would edit videos and post about the houses.”

“Really? Did you like it?”

Did she like it? It was tolerable but also pretty boring.

“I did,” she said with a serene smile.

“Why did you leave?”

“I was looking for something with a little more creativity.”

And Mitch St. James is a douchebag... and I started missing deadlines because I started making earrings.

“Are you interested in doing that work again?”

Not really.

“Yeah, I would love to get back to it.”

“Peyton and I can handle most of it, but we are just looking for help in some of the videos and post moderation. But we’re a team, so Monday mornings, we have team meetings here or online if we are on the road to figure out what’s working and hear ideas. If you are interested, please share ideas. But right now, we are really looking for someone to take some of the editing and scheduling of posts off our hands.”

“Oh, yeah, I could do that.”

“Okay, I know we are skipping some steps here, but I could really use some help tonight if you’re interested.”

“Oh, yeah. That sounds good.”

This was all getting away from her. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted this job, but it was a job, and she was qualified.

“Tonight, I’m looking for someone to sit in the press box and post videos and pictures. So, like, I’ll send you video from the suit cam and goals and that stuff. You just have to pop them into the premade posts and get them up. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yeah, I can totally do that.”

Sasha sat back in her chair and sighed. “You’re a lifesaver, Alice. I’ve been doing both that job and my own since Thanksgiving. Let’s go talk to Hillary and get you all set up with everything you’ll need.”

Around lunch time, Alice was leaving the Magic Center with a press badge and a whole packet of information. It was a whirlwind, but at least she had a job. Her mother’s uncanny knack for knowing just when to call struck again when she got in her car. She had just pulled out of the parking lot when a call came through the line.

She tapped the button on her steering wheel. “Hi, Mom.”

“Your dad told me he saw you at the center today. Were you meeting with Sasha?”

Alice sighed. “Yep.”

There was a long pause.

“And?”

“I’m going to be helping out with social media for a while,” she said softly.

“Oh, Alice. That’s wonderful.”

“Yeah... it should work out pretty good. I’m driving home, Mom. I’m going to let you go.”

After she hung up with her mom, the spiral continued. She should’ve been happy with this new job, but she couldn’t help but feel the nepotism. Yes, she was qualified for the job, and Sasha needed the help. But because her mom had gotten her the job, it felt a little tainted.

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